Taco Tuesday!!!! Lyrics

Wow

It's papa

Whew

I got a package on the way, I gotta watch the mail

Brought the revolver out the crib, it ain't gon' drop a shell

The Benz damn near on E, we gotta stop at Shell

Yo man's probably didn't snitch, but he was bouta tell

Sosa brought the hammer out the crib, who he bout to nail

My young nigga say he bout to start pimping, who he bout to sell

I know a nigga say he trappin', he ain't got no sales (FAH)

I dun him hit him in his hat, he ain't got no cells

Come through part two, he think it's that leave his taco stale

Brains look like the meat in the back of the Taco Bell

Asked bro what he put in the pack it ain't got no smell

Slurred words, I'm full of the ack and the pop look stale

Everything I do be Grandé like a Nacho Bell

Why the fuck you serving my J, that was not yo sale

If you ain't tryna get no Pape you should pop yourself

Only nigga stopping you is you, why you stop yourself

Like how you do that?

Like let me know bro

Go get sum fuckin money nigga

We BEEN gettin money nigga

I been gettin money since been gettin money been gettin money

I been gettin money since before gettin money was a trend

BITCH

I got a package on the way, I gotta watch the mail

Brought the revolver out the crib, it ain't gon' drop a shell

The Benz damn near on E, we gotta stop at Shell

Yo man's probably didn't snitch, but he was bouta tell

Sosa brought the hammer out the crib, who he bout to nail

My young nigga say he bout to start pimping, who he bout to sell

I know a nigga say he trappin', he ain't got no sales (FAH)

I dun him hit him in his hat, he ain't got no cells